I'm not sure if religious discrimination counts, but I have a couple doozy's here if it's okay for me to post. I have no experience being targeted for racism since I'm white and I hope I'm not overstepping because racism is a huge problem and I don't want to take away from that.
But I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness and that caused a lot of discrimination towards me during school, especially the earlier years, so figured I would share my story as it is one that others like me can relate to.
I've put them in here because it got a bit long.
My experiences
We had a substitute teacher who targeted me, because I was the only JW kid in all of elementary school. At least, that's the only reason anyone could think of because I was a good student, did what I was told and quiet, and none of the other kids had the same experiences with her. Yet this sub consistently singled me out.
Imagine little me, about 6 or 7 years old, sitting at their desk in school. Everyone is working. I get the urge to go to the bathroom. I raise my hand, like one is supposed to. And I wait. And wait. I lock eyes with her a few times, waving my hand, but she ignores me. Finally, I wet my pants. She comes walking up and down the aisles and comes beside me, sniffs the air and asks the class, "Does anyone smell urine?". Nobody seemed to know what she was talking about and I never got picked on for it, but the fact that she deliberately let me wet myself, as a child, really stuck with me through the years.
She was the only teacher to ever reprimand me, and for something I didn't do. Again, I was a good kid. I didn't like conflict, so I did everything 'right'. One day the Scholastic book bus came and we were allowed to pick out some books. I couldn't decide, and was one of the last ones off the bus. I had picked a Clifford book, since I knew I liked it and honestly panicked because I was taking too long.
She saw it and scoffed then said in front of the whole class, "That book is for babies."
I was upset and muttered, "But I like Clifford."
"What did you say?"
I repeated myself louder.
"That's not what you said! You called me a name and you're getting a note to your parents!"
The whole class was kind of bewildered and silent. They knew what I was like, so to see me get in trouble like that was odd. Someone standing next to me tried to defend me, but she ignored them.
Another instance was when the pledge of allegiance was playing and I was standing there silent. JWs don't honor the flag because of the scripture "you cannot serve two masters", so it is considered disrespectful to God. So I never said the pledge in school. The counselor came in and saw me standing there. She grabbed me from behind and held my hand over my heart all the while growling in my ear to say the pledge of allegiance. It was terrifying. The sub wouldn't stop her or say anything, or explain to her why I wasn't saying it. I was crying in this person's arms until the pledge ended. Regardless of if what I was doing was 'right' or 'wrong', this person should have never put her hands on a child, much less tried to force them to do something when all they were doing was being respectfully silent.
I was never picked on by other kids for being JW. It was always adults. And I still can't get over the fact that adults can see a child and decide to bully them over something they can't control whether it be race, religion, disability...etc. Seeing some of these other stories burns me and I wish there was a way to find these people to let justice be settled.
And just to clarify, I am no longer in that faith. Like I mentioned before, I was raised in it and wasn't given a choice on the matter. Now that I am an adult, I've seen how it in itself traumatized me apart from the bullying and am still working through it.
As far as coping with it, I've found writing about it helps. Even if I don't write about it word for word, there are instances that are derived from it in my stories. I've tried talking about it to other people, but it seems to get glossed over in conversation or I'm not taken seriously. I think there's only one person I've told that has actually sat and listened, but even having that one person helps a great deal.
To be honest, I would love to meet that substitute and ask her why she bullied a child who did nothing wrong. I know I probably wouldn't get an answer I would like, or have my feelings resolved. I just want her to hear my voice ask that question and to see the look on her face. Because I can't recall the majority of my childhood due to depression making my memories foggy. But I can recall what she did.